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I've been long, a long way from herePut on a poncho, played for mosquitoesAnd drank till I was thirsty againWe went searching through thrift store junglesFound Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampooAnd Benny Goodman's corset and fan

Well, okay I made this upI promised you I'd never give up

If it makes you happyIt can't be that badIf it makes you happyThen why the hell are you so sad?

You get down, real low downYou listen to Coltrane, derail your own trainWell who hasn't been there before?I come round, around the hard wayBring you comics in bed, scrape the mold off the breadAnd serve you French toast again

Well, okay I still get stonedI'm not the kind of girl you'd take home

If it makes you happyIt can't be that badIf it makes you happyThen why the hell are you so sad?

If it makes you happyIt can't be that badIf it makes you happyThen why the hell are you so sad?

We've been far, far away from herePut on a poncho, played for mosquitoesAnd everywhere in betweenWell, okay we get alongSo what if right now everything's wrong?

If it makes you happyIt can't be that badIf it makes you happyThen why the hell are you so sad?